I was young ,naive ,vulnerable and just looking for love in all the wrong places
It started on aim then it became three other faces
At the peak of my vulnerability he took advantage of my emotional state
Feed me words that sounded so sweet
But it was all apart of a game, a plan
Nothing but lust and deciet
Walking down the street
I didn't feel safe
He always had one of his people watching me
Threatening to kill me if I cheated or did something he didn't like
Sending me messages on aim saying "I see you walking with your brother to Junior's."
Oh how paranoid I became always looking around ahen I left my house to take a walk
I was his property
I was his sex-slave
And he was watching my every move
Random people from his set would contact me
Ask me questions
Ask to meet them and I would decline
He set me up and I was apart of a game in the "gangster life"
Ro be passed around by the men in his set and who he associated with
Threatened to blackmail me
When I figured out he blocked me and had another woman
While he was stalking my every move to see if I was cheating
Hmmm
I'm so glad I lost his baby
The gang life ain't for me
I left and told him
To leave me alone
From that day I blocked all his random people who kept tabs on me
Deleted and blocked his number and
I was set free
Yet so scarred
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My Tongue Is A Pen Of A Ready Writer
PoetryHere are a collection of poetry I have written within my teenage years, early adult life . I hope you all enjoy.